Madison's eyes were suddenly inscrutable, all pretense of good humor gone. Her brow puckered in a frown as she looked at me impatiently. Then, her face suddenly relaxed into a blank mask. It was too late though. I had already seen her irritation. I wondered if it was directed at me, Dante, or if it was as a result of the recent happenings in the pack. Madison was beginning to stir my curiosity. Beneath that seemingly cheerful nature, something was going on. She looked around the room, as if willing Dante to materialize from thin air. I didn't move out of the way in case she harbored the thought of coming further into the room. "You have not answered my question," I reminded her. She shrugged. "I wanted to see Dante. There is something important I want to talk to him about." I was about to ask what she wanted to talk about that couldn't wait until a decent hour in the morning, but I didn't. It wouldn't do for me to seem overly concerned about her dealings with Dante. I put a poker f

Dante's POV Today was the day I got to watch Allison in her element. News traveled fast around here and there was nothing that happened in my pack that was actually hidden from me. Maddox had informed me the day before that Allison had agreed to train with the guards this morning. Apparently, the guards were all excited about it. It seemed they hadn't gotten enough of her the last time. A smile curved my lips at the recollection of the time I had seen her in the gym with the guards. She had really been pissed off at my interruption. I got up really early even though I did not have much to do today. My clock showed it was a few minutes past 6. Perfect. By the time I showered, shaved, and dressed, Allison and the guards would have been at it for about an hour. After my morning routine, I walked towards the training ground. Maddox had told me that the guards planned on having a gym session. After that, they would proceed to the training grounds. "Good morning Alpha," greeted the gu

Allison's POV My food forgotten, I blinked rapidly. I could not believe my ears. Dante had just admitted to killing his parents in such an offhand, cold-blooded manner. He had done it with no change of expression at all. I prided myself on being a brutal fighter, someone who had killed more times than I could count. The people who I killed however were those who were scum and who deserved to die. I could not wrap my head around the concept of someone killing their own parents.I struggled to find reasons why, to fathom what offense they could have committed for their only son and heir to kill them both at the same time. Was he so eager to assume the title of Lycan king that he had murdered his parents? The version of Dante that I had become familiar with would never in my opinion do such a thing. Since I had gotten here, I had come to know that Dante had a sweet and considerate side. I didn't know the answer I was expecting when I asked the question but it definitely wasn't this. I

Dante's POV I blew out a relieved breath. Finally, the meeting was over and I could think a little. It was a wonder how I had sat through several hours of the just concluded meeting with the Alpha of one of the neighboring packs. I supposed the success of the meeting was largely due to Maddox. He had sort of taken charge and had filled in all the awkward pauses. The Alpha had seemed happy enough when he left so I supposed that my preoccupation had not been noticed. Impatiently, I slammed my fist on the table. The events of last night were still playing in my head. I had really hurt Allison- physically and emotionally as well. Allison always put up that tough exterior but I was pretty sure that she was hurting inside. She had covered it up by acting antagonistic towards me at breakfast this morning. The turtleneck sweater she had worn was a testament to the fact that the prints of my fingers were visible on her throat. Damn! I was such a jerk. It had been an uphill task to get Allis

Allison's POVEven though I could not communicate with him through mindlink yet, I could feel the anger coming off Dante in waves. His teeth were bared and snarl after snarl erupted from him- his wolf's version of a scolding. I sighed, waiting for the tongue-lashing I knew was coming. I supposed that Madison had told him about us coming home in our wolf forms. It would have been much easier on both of us if she had wisely left that part out. But Madison was a prattler and did not seem to be able to keep any secrets. Stoically, I faced him. It actually turned out that I had done the right thing by being in the woods at that particular time, so I guessed that counted for something. Dante's shape seemed to warp before my eyes and before I blinked again, he was in his human form. He was not wearing any clothes apart from a tiny scrap of what must have been his boxers which currently hid his privates to a certain extent. That showed that he had come here at once. Perhaps he had phased